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Even if I’ve already been working on it for two hours with little progress to show for my efforts.
“All right,” she sing-songs. “But the offer remains on the table.”
I know it does. He’s already checked on us three times and harrumphed every time. It’s not my fault these instructions are complete bullshit and the illustrations are garbage.
“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” I say softly, changing the subject.
“Oh?” I can tell from her tone that she’s worried.
I look up. “It’s nothing bad. I don’t think. But I ran into the mall the other day, remember when you wanted me to exchange those baby clothes for a new size?” After our baby shower we ended up with way too many items in newborn size and figured it made the most sense to exchange some to get us by longer without having to purchase clothes.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“Well, while I was there, I was stopped by a woman. She said she was a scout for this modeling agency and that she thought I would be a great fit if I was interested. I figured it wasn’t legit, but I looked into it, and it is.” I shrug it off. “I was thinking maybe I’d reach out and see what happens? It could be some easy money for us, and we need all we can get.”
She frowns. “Modeling? Is that really something you want to do?”
I shrug again. “I’ve never thought about it. I figure I could give it a try and if I hate it then I never have to do it again.”
She rubs at her eyes—lately she’s extra tired during the day, since she’s entering the stage of pregnancy where she’s not sleeping a full night.
“I guess giving it a try won’t hurt anything.”
“That’s my thought, too,” I agree.
Turning my attention back to the directions, I curse, “Fuck this. I’m getting your dad.”
CHAPTER 50
HARLOW
Spencer hasn’t let me sleep at all.
I think he’s making up for lost time, while also trying to make the most of it. He hasn’t asked me what’s going to happen when I leave here, and for that I’m grateful, because my brain is such a clustered knot of confusion, I wouldn’t even know what to tell him and I’m afraid I would unintentionally hurt him more than I already have.
He pushes into me from behind and I gasp, yanking at his sheets.
“Spencer.” His name is a cross between a gasp and a moan.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His hand smacks down on my ass cheek. “You have no fucking idea, Harlow.” He bows over my body and presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder.
My pussy is sore and tender, but I don’t dare ask him to stop as he pounds into me. I think I’m as terrified as he is for this to end, and I don’t want to look too deep inside myself on why that is.
Even then, the thought still manages to worm its way into my head, and I can’t help wondering if the reason I ran all those years ago was fear of how intense things are with us. Ilove Jameson so much, but it’s not like this. Terrifying and all-consuming like we’re one entity instead of two separate people.
“Do you believe me yet?” he murmurs, body still over mine and his mouth near my ear. “I’m never, ever getting sick of you.”
I don’t say anything and his grip on my hips tightens.
“Answer me,” he demands.
“I believe you,” I cry out.
He kisses that spot on my shoulder again and slides one hand around until his fingers find my clit. He plays my body like it’s an instrument that was made for him and only him.
“Harlow, I…” He stops himself and my stomach clenches, because he doesn’t have to finish. I know exactly what he was going to say.
My orgasm isright there,and it only takes a few more expert strokes of his fingers for me to come. My vision goes hazy, exhaustion heavy in my limbs. I think it’s safe to say I don’t have another round left in me.
